This is a song about "Fucked the wrong one"

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

I'm worried about the things that could go wrong.

All the bitches know my name

Fucked up the whole time frame

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

When the going get's real tough, the tough are usually still wrong

Chose the wrong one and that's why your loosing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I'm a realass nigga sick of being spitted on cause i'm the "wrong" one

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

You're barking in the wrong direction,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

So don't try and say i'm the one that fucked up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Right car with the wrong thang

You gotta let these shits go, man